323: Chapter 323 Marching Towards Japanese Homeland!

Thirty thousand Red Wolf Army soldiers,

like wild dogs off the leash... No, like blood-colored locusts sweeping across the land!

The three hundred thousand men broke down into smaller units,

splitting into exactly thirty—ten-thousand-man regiments.

Like scattered flowers from heaven, they launched a violent, carpet-style sweeping operation across the length and breadth of the Longguo!

This bunch of max-level gods completely treated this desperate trial as an open-world monster-farming game.

Hungry?

Kick open the Jap stronghold directly, beat the commander to death with a single punch, and loot all the canned goods and beef on the spot!

Tired?

Grab two frightened Jap prisoners with a backhand, and press a blood-stained brick against their foreheads.

The next second, the Japs wore crying faces,

driving trucks and tanks for them, transforming into Didi drivers!

Wherever they passed was simply a living hell for the Japs.

Not to mention the lives of the Japs,

even Dahuang in the Jap stronghold had to take two big slaps!

As for those boxed supplies, they were completely stripped clean by the older women of the Red Wolf's Logistics Team, leaving not even a single hair for the Japs!

Compared to the despair of the Japs,

the ordinary people in the Longguo mainland fell into an unprecedented shock and carnival.

Looking at this group of troops wearing red vests who descended like divine soldiers,

countless common people wept tears of joy!

Bringing food and drink to welcome the royal army!

On the streets of Ping'an County, a newly recaptured county town,

an elderly man with white hair held several steaming roasted sweet potatoes in both hands,

and tremblingly shoved them into the hands of a Red Wolf stalwart.

"Brave hero... eat a bite of something hot..."

"Thank you... for beating away this bunch of beasts!"

That two-meter-tall, muscle-bound Red Wolf stalwart looked at the few shriveled sweet potatoes in the old man's hands,

and his eye sockets instantly turned red.

"Old man, you mustn't! How can we take these!"

The stalwart turned his head and roared angrily: "Logistics Team!"

"Bring over the supplies we snatched... ah no, captured!"

The next second,

several older women carried over a dozen boxes of the Japs' military canned goods, rice, and white flour.

With a loud clatter, they piled them up in front of the old man like a small mountain.

"Old man, take them! Eat your fill!"

"There are still several Jap strongholds ahead, waiting for us to go restock!"

The old man looked at the mountain-like food and was struck dumb on the spot,

rolling his eyes back, he almost fainted from happiness.

These seven days,

the entire Longguo land trembled!

Thirty streams of red tide slaughtered from south to north!

Slaughtered from north to west!

Without any tactics, without any maneuvering,

it was purely a brute, unreasonable physical crushing!

Minefields, firepower suppression, poison gas bombs...

All the methods the Japs could think of,

in front of absolute strength, were like children playing house... naive and ridiculous.

Seven days later,

at the supreme command headquarters of a certain theater of war,

in a dim cave dwelling,

General Chen pinched a cigarette, staring blankly at the battle map on the wall.

For these seven days, he had been unable to sleep or eat in peace.

A continuous stream of "red vest" intelligence was sent to the command headquarters.

The more it spread, the more outrageous and melodramatic it became.

The more it was like this, the more panicked he became...

fearing that his subordinates would fall for the Japs' strategy of luring the enemy deep.

"Report—!!!"

The chief of staff rushed in, abruptly lifting the curtain like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

This time, even his military cap had slipped sideways from running.

His face flushed red, and his whole body trembled violently.

"What is it?!"

General Chen's heart skipped a beat, and he abruptly stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand.

"Is it the Japs' ambush circle closing in?!"

"Quick! Immediately mobilize all our main forces and prepare to break through at all costs!"

"N-No..."

The chief of staff shook his head desperately, trembling as he handed over the battle report with both hands.

His voice even cracked: "G-General..."

"There's no ambush circle... The Japs... are gone!"

"Gone? What do you mean gone?"

General Chen frowned tightly.

"Defeated across the entire line!"

"No, it's a nationwide rout!"

The chief of staff was so excited that he became incoherent, tears bursting out:

"Multiple pieces of intelligence confirmed simultaneously!"

"All the main Jap forces within Longguo's borders have been completely shattered!"

"The remnants are desperately boarding ships, fleeing overseas while crying for their fathers and mothers!"

"That red vest troop... is real!"

"They are real!"

"And..."

The chief of staff's expression turned extremely weird, as if he had seen some Arabian Nights fantasy: "One of the units advancing northward..."

"...overshot..."

"They crossed the border and went for a stroll in Outer Northeast by the way..."

"...and pressed the old Russkie elite forces stationed there into the snow to beat them up fiercely..."

"The old Russkie's commander was beaten black and blue, and wrote three letters of surrender overnight..."

"I, I also heard that those red vests are slaughtering in the direction of Moscow..."

"General, w-what should we do about this?!"

"Those Russkies over there are allies, after all..."

"Clatter!"

In the cave dwelling, several high-ranking generals who were taking notes

dropped the enamel teacups in their hands onto the floor in unison.

Hot tea spilled all over the floor.

Dead silence.

The entire command headquarters fell, yet again, into an eerie silence.

General Chen's jaw dropped completely open.

He stared blankly with wide eyes, looking at that battle report.

"By the way... beat up the old Russkies?!"

"Is this f***ing something a carbon-based organism can do?!"

A full minute passed.

General Chen swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, his voice extremely dry:

"As for the Russkie side, we can't manage that right now..."

"Then..."

"Where is that divine troop... stationed right now?"

"I, Chen, want to go thank them in person!"

Hearing this, the chief of staff swallowed hard.

His legs couldn't help but turn weak.

"G-General..."

"They aren't stationed anywhere..."

"During these seven days, they advanced nonstop, killing Japs wherever they saw them!"

"Oh, it was brutally ruthless!"

"The latest intelligence shows that they snatched the Japs' troop transports and cruisers..."

"They, they said they're going to Tokyo to see cherry blossoms and give that so-called Emperor a haircut by the way..."

"Right now, they've probably crossed the Bohai Bay and are slaughtering toward the Jap homeland!!!"

"Clack."

The half-burnt cigarette in General Chen's hand dropped onto his military boot.

But he remained completely oblivious, his whole body petrified in place like a clay sculpture.